Something Old

I Wish I Wasn't Here Right Now

Cas had only made it through two periods and he was already exhausted. He made his way to homeroom. The halls were bustling with students all eager to get to their class, pushing and shoving through the crowd. He loathed crowded hallways.

He made it to a doorway with 'Mr. Cobble' written above in big block letters. This is it.

He was dismayed to find the room full of students, talking and horsing around. The only seats available were in the back where all the rowdy popular people sat.

Since Cas was considered a 'nerd' he didn't really hang out with the popular crowd, he found them loud and pretentious. He had no desire to be like them, much less sit near them. But he wasn't about to ask someone if he could take their seat, so he made sure to sit as far away from the rowdy crowd as he could.

It was just his luck when a smirking Dean Winchester strolled into the room, heading straight for the back of the room.

Great. Just fucking wonderful. He's my locker neighbor and he's in my homeroom. Please, just kill me now.

His head was racing, this whole 'you can just ignore him' plan is falling apart real fucking fast.

And of course had to choose to sit right next to Cas. His brain was just screaming WHYYYY?

"Hey." Cas melted. NO, you're over him. Remember what happened. But no matter what he thought, he couldn't stop the stutter in his voice.

"H-hello."

"It's Castiel right?" Holy shit. He knows my name? Of course he knows your name idiot, you were in the same 6th grade class.

"Yeah." Fortunately the bell saved Cas from any further conversation. Mr. Cobble calmed down the chattering. Cas tried to pay attention to the class rules but he could see Dean staring at him from the corner of his eye.

One quick glance in that direction confirmed that Dean was, indeed, staring at him. Cas looked forward again, but he could feel heat rising to his face.

He tried to listen to the teacher droning on about gum, but he could still feel Dean's eyes on him. He turned his blue eyes back to Dean.

"What?" He whispered, somewhat icily. Dean looked to the front of the room. "Nothing." Cas rolled his eyes and looked back to Mr. Cobble, who was now telling a story about his old college professor.

———

Cas was relieved to see Charlie in his fourth period class. "Oh thank god." She smiled. "Hey Cas, what's up?"

"So much." She leaned forward in her seat. "Ooooh, spill." He slumped into the seat beside her. "Later." She made a pouty face.

He rolled his eyes.

———

One more period, then lunch.

He cheered himself on in his mind. Normally he loved school, but having to deal with people wasn't one of his strengths.

He pushed the door open to his AP history class. Sadly, he didn't see any of his friends. But there were still seats in the front left open.